God, I feel like I'm going to throw up.

Alexander Russo.

So many ways to describe the type of person he is.

He is worse than the nightmares under my bed. He isn't a good guy like the other guys at this school.

No.

Alexander Russo is a jackass and if my dad wasn't named the number one devil in the world, Alexander would take that spot.

He is only sixteen, but he has done so much damage that it would probably scare all of these little girls away.

I've seen everything he has done.

Sometimes I find myself wanting to be that deranged in the way he is.

My father and his father are business partners but not in the way you think. Everyone at this school thinks my dad is just some rich CEO who owns billion dollar companies but it's actually the complete opposite. Now don't get me wrong, he does own companies but not the kind you think.

Alexander's father is second in command for my father so that means that we have to spend a lot of time together. It doesn't help that my mom and his mom are best friends.

My father and mother even bought a fucking farm for him and me when we were five years old. That's where my hate for him grew.

He would always chase me around with chickens, which are my least favorite animals in the world. Every time we went to that farm, he would chase me around with them and I would always end up crying.

After that, he would show me that he hates me in other ways such as teasing me for my choice of clothing when I was a toddler and didn't have the best style, or how girls aren't as good as guys, or even drawing on my face or cutting some of my hair whenever I was asleep.

But before he started being a jackass towards me, he was actually sweet.

One of my earliest memories of Alexander and I was when he gave me a pretty flower and said that he loved me with a beautiful smile on his face. I remember how red my cheeks were that day.

But after that it's always been him teasing me, bullying me in any way he can, corrupting me even.

"Are you even listening to what I am saying?" Becca asks me with her eyebrow raised, acting like a bitch as usual.

"No Becca, please tell me what you were saying so I can pretend that I actually give a fuck," I say giving her a fake smile.

I have no clue why I am hanging out with these bimbos but sometimes they entertain me. Today, they are just being annoying which makes me want to punch them in the face.

Becca laughs and shakes her head. "You and your attitude, Thalia," she looks at me. "I was asking you about Cameron. I saw him talk to you today."